Page 56 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Not with him. Not sexually. I knew about BDSM, and we explored dominance and submission, but he wouldn’t touch me sexually until I graduated from undergrad. Just to spite him, I graduated a year early.”
Jun laughed, a bit of shock and incredulity in the edge of the sound. “You graduated early for sex?”
“Sex with Richard. Have you seen the man’s hands?”
Jun shivered. “Nope, we are not talking about that.”
“You’re right, we’re talking about whether or not you trust me when I say I want your mess.”
Jun recoiled, pulling away. Damian pulled back. Jun spun around on the grass and fell against him. Damian caught him around the waist, holding him up. Jun’s hand fisted into the front of his shirt.
“I don’t even want my mess, Da.”
“But I want you, and if that comes with a mess, well, I know how to deal with a mess.”
Jun blinked up at him, his skin pale, cheeks burned red by the wind. Then he moved like a cat, grabbing Damian by the back of the head, pulling him in closer. Damian lifted him up, bringing him up to his height, and Jun climbed him, his thighs going around Damian’s waist and locking into place. Fuck, how had he forgotten how strong Jun was? He hefted Jun’s weight, getting more of his forearms under Jun’s beautiful, powerful rear that he’d just watched flexing for so many kilometers. Their chests pressed together. Jun kissed like he was starving. Damian dove deeper, returning every touch, every stroke of tongue, and adding his own, one arm coming and holding Jun’s back. Thank heavens Richard had insisted Damian increase his weight routine. No wonder Richard lifted so many reps every morning. There was nothing like being able to wrap your entire man in your arms and hold him up against you.
“It’s been too long.” He wanted to both throw Jun on the nearest surface and touch everywhere but also stay like this with his man wrapped around him like a koala.
Jun groaned. He kissed Damian again. “This is so inappropriate. This whole day has been inappropriate.”
Damian laughed. He had to let his head fall back so he could drag in air and laugh some more. Jun sounded petulant, equal parts angry and embarrassed.
“People will live.”
Jun huffed. He dropped his head to Damian’s shoulder. “This is such a bad idea. All of it. I told your dom. He’s scary as fuck. And what you just told me only makes him more scary as fuck.”
Damian kissed Jun’s forehead. A grandmother type walking by gave them a dirty look. Damian pointed at Jun’s dangling ankle and shrugged. She raised an eyebrow and then sent Damian a smile. Interference diverted.
Jun wiggled. “You should put me down.”
“Don’t make me a liar. I just told a cute old lady that you’re injured.”
Jun huffed.
Damian started walking away from the river toward the city streets. Jun was relaxing against him, muscle by muscle. He was going to have to double his workouts. Carrying Jun was no light feat, but it made him feel like he was master of the world. He was going to carry Jun everywhere. No wonder Richard and Émeric were completely gone over toting Collin around.
“You don’t even know what my full mess is,” Jun muttered.
“When I want something, I get it. You could say Richard trained me that way.”
“And what do you want?”
“You. Your happiness. Your freedom.” Damian kissed the side of Jun’s head again and tightened his grip around Jun. He could turn left and be on the street in just a moment, but he wasn’t willing to let the moment be over. He kept to the path of the park. There weren’t that many people out, and most ignored them.
“I can walk.”
“Who says I want to let you? Do you know how far I had to chase you?”
Jun sputtered and dropped his head to Damian’s shoulder. “How far?”
“So many kilometers. You should try out for the Olympics.”
Jun squeezed Damian with his arms and legs. “You’re joking.”
“Only a little.”
“How did you catch me, anyway?”
